The Cross House
So……I sat on the ground to begin painting the basement window in the NE corner.
The window sash and trim were restored and primed white in 2014 by one of the guys working on the house. Thus, all I needed to do was paint on pretty colors.
This assumption quickly proved….foolish.
As I went over the sill with some sandpaper, it was obvious that the left edge of the sill was, ahh, punky. Oh dear.
And quite quickly it was glaringly apparent that what had looked good was, in fact, not good. The white primer was but a thin layer covering — eek! — rot.
While this was unexpected, I thought: This is not so bad. I can likely use some bondo filler and make everything right again.
Then I realized that the entire outer edge was, well, just not right. So I fussed and pulled and…oh dear.
At this point my normally optimistic self was replaced by my often unseen pessimistic self.
The house is falling apart! The house is being eaten alive! The house is DOOMED!
It was now obvious that a quickie repair would not do. The sill had to go!
Once the new sill and its rabbets and subtle beveled edges are painted and installed, nobody will ever, not for a second, look down and think: My! What a gorgeous and meticulously done new sill!
Nope. The new sill will blend into the whole and will never be appreciated, will never be invited to posh parties, and will never be a social media sensation.
I know! Sad!